Defying death with no nets...

Already a nervous person, she decided that watching the acrobats at the State Fair may not have been the best idea. 

Selective hearing...

Self-taught selective hearing—so he hears everything he wants to and none of what he doesn't.

Hold on and brave the storm...

The storm keeps her up—"Hold me close." With every gust of wind against the shutters outside their window, she holds him tighter. His arms, heavy with sleep, pull her into him. As the rain grows louder, and the lightning crackles in the night sky, her hand grips the collar of his white t-shirt. Half-asleep, she invisions the storm touching down, destroying houses, churches, and roads along its charted path. All they had built together, suddenly scattered debris. She shudders, fully awake now—"Hold me so we are not torn apart. Hold me until the storm passes. Hold me."

On my table at a Greek restaurant...

was this coaster. And I just had to share it.






I want to work for Canadian Club's marketing department. "Damn right your dad drank it." And yes, they went to the effort of trademarking that phrase. Genius.